enane who rolls
"O'er sands Sicilian, flowing oft, and oft
"With clos'd-up fountains dry. Anigros, once
"Sweet to the thirsty, now his waters pours
"Untouch'd by lips, since (save we must deny
"To poets faith) the double-body'd race
"There bath'd the wounds Alcides' arrows gave.
"And is not Hypanis, the flood that springs
"From Scythia's hills, once sweet, with bitter salts
"Now tainted? By the waves begirt were once
"Antissa, Pharos, and Phoenician Tyre;
"And not a spot an island now remains.
"The ancient clowns, Leucadia to the land
"Saw join'd; now surges beat around its base;
"And Zancle, they relate, was once conjoin'd
"To Italy, 'till ocean burst his bounds,
"And rent the land, and girt it with his waves.
"For Helice or Buris should you seek,
"Achaian towns, o'erwhelm'd beneath the waves
"You'll find them: boatmen oft are wont to shew
"The tottering cities, and their walls immers'd.
"Near Pitthean Troezen is a lofty hill
"By trees unshaded; now indeed an hill
"But once a level plain. Wond'rous to tell
"The wind's resistless force, in caverns deep
"Inclos'd, for exit somewhere as it strain'd,
"And struggled long in vain, a freer range
"Of air to sweep; when all the prison round
"Was found no fissure pervious to the blast,
"It swell'd the high-rais'd ground: just so the breath
"Puffs out the bladder, or the horn'd goat's skin.
"The tumor still remains, and now appears,
"Grown hard by lapse of time, a lofty hill.
"Though numbers to my mind occur, or seen
"Or heard, but few beside I will relate.
"Do not streams too receive and lose new powers?
"Thy fountain, horned Ammon, at mid-day
"Is icy cold, but hot at morn and eve.
"The waters of Athamanis, are said,
"Sprinkled on wood, when Luna's lessening orb
"Shines in the heavens, to warm it into flame.
"A river have the Cicones, which turns
"To marble what it touches: whoso drinks
"Instant his inwards harden into stone.
"Cathis and Sybaris, which border near
"Our pastures, make the hair resemble gold.
"More wond'rous still, waters there are, with power
"The mind to change as well as change the limbs.
"Who has not heard of Salmacis obscene?
"And Ethiopa's lake, which whoso drinks
"Or furious raves, or sinks in sleep profound?
"Whoe'er his thirst at the Clitorian fount
"Quenches, he loathes all wine: abstemious, joys
"To drink pure water: whether power th